and so it begins

As you all know (unless you live under a rock), yesterday was Valentine’s Day. My oldest, who is 12, came home from middle school with two roses – one she had purchased at school for me, and one that a boy in one of her classes had purchased for HER! Do you hear that sound? It’s the sound of my voice, screaming as we start to fly downhill, because it is ALL downhill from here.

This is how it starts, and soon she’ll be getting phone calls from boys and sneaking out behind the gym during her lunch period to make out. Boys will be ringing our doorbell – I’ll make pleasant conversation while Jim cleans his gun. Curfews will be set and broken, clothing choices will be approved, and too much makeup will be worn. Hearts will be broken, hands held, and I’ll be a nervous wreck through all of it.

And I thought potty training was hard.

2 Responses to “and so it begins”

  1. Lori says:

    **sigh** I feel your pain! Having a 14 yr old boy is tough as well. The never-ending phone calls, texts, and whatever else I don’t know about is tough to take sometimes. My son gave his girlfriend a rose, small heart of chocolates and a card that he drew a horse’s head with the main flowing.

  2. Lori says:

    Geez, I’m a horiable spelar! I meant MANE!